Friday, April 17, 2009

Day #23

I'm so pissed at myself. I told myself not to get my hopes up, but then I went ahead and did it anyway and this is what I get for my efforts. Now he's not coming home until Sunday or Monday! Talked to him around 7-ish and he was still in Wyoming. Figures.

It rained pretty fiercely . . . . this morning I assume. My mom called me at 10am and it was raining, then it rained some more in the afternoon. It's supposed to rain again tomorrow. That, boys and girls, is a literary tool called "romantic irony". When the weather in a passage reflects the mood of the character(s). I picked that little tidbit up in the Cliff's Notes of 'Jane Eyre'.

Well . . . I'm off to reset my 'dad' counter yet again to noon on Monday. With any luck it'll be the last time I have to do that. Stupid Schneider.

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